ONE BY ONE I live down here in the Sunshine State. I go to church Sunday mornings at eight. But our congregation is inching toward none Because we’re dying off, one by one. The troops are assembled in rickety formation, Waiting for damnation or hopefully, salvation....
LOVE SWITCH God saw a sea of red and parted it. I see red and say you started it, Then I throw punches Fast and in bunches. For every action, An amplified and opposite reaction, Faction versus faction For high stakes and minor infractions. But I hear Jesus week after...
THE SHOT PUTTER He stands in the circle, His right arm cradling the sixteen-pound iron ball under his chin. His left arm is bent and dangles above his head. He will take five breaths, deeply and steadily. He rhythmically taps the big toe of his left foot on the...
WE’RE IN LOVE BUT WE DON’T KNOW IT We’re backseat drivers riding shotgun, Debating directions, never finding one. The trip’s been long, the road’s been rough, But there’s love in the tank and that’s enough. Though our styles are miles apart, Without your...
CRUNCH TIME BUNGLER With a last-second shot on goal, I launched a one-timer at the five hole. The puck hit the ref square on the chin … It wasn’t us who got the win. My two-foot putt to take the match Rolled off the green into a briar patch. With the bases loaded I...
